Kesha- Your Love is My Drug
Lithuania/Poland
Lithuania passed back and forth in the small space between his bed and dresser. His brow was sweating slightly as he nervously played with one of the locks of hair near his face.
He was coming to a realization. He was an addict. He had an addiction.
But not to drugs or anything, no. He was addicted to a certain green eyed, cross dressing Polish man. He couldn't stop thinking about Feliks. He got a rush at the very thought of Poland's smile, or his soft words. When he was with the blonde it was like all his troubles melted away, well at least as much as they could for someone who worried as much as Lithuania. He loved everything about the shorter man. He loved Polands overly affectionate attitude that had him wrapping his arms around Toris' waist and resting his head on his shoulder. He lusted after his thin, lithe body, wanting to have his hands all over Feliks, running his fingers through his silky hair, or curesing his soft skin. He even loved Feliks' strange way of speaking, with his "likes" and "totallys". He hadn't had a good nights sleep in days, his thoughts completely consumed with Poland. Something had to be done.
Lithuania picked up his phone and called the first number on his speed dial.
"Leit! I was just thinking about like, calling you! What's up?"
There it was, that voice that made his heart started pounding as if he was at a rave.
"Oh um, nothing much. Hey Po, I was wondering if uh-" Lithuania was cut of by his exuberant friend.
"Do you want to come over? We can totally have like, a slumber party! How does that sound?" The bubbly blonde exclaimed.
"That sounds great." Lithuania said. He was addicted. But he was about to get his fix.